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“A promise,” Remus said, softly, “That we’ll be together. If that’s—something you want.”

“Moony,” Sirius felt himself smiling, even as tears pricked his eyes, “That’s all I want.”

Remus released a breath; the joy glowed on his face, blindingly bright. Yet Sirius didn’t think he could look away, even if he wanted to.

“You promise?” He breathed, bringing a hand up to cradle Sirius’s face, thumb stroking across his jaw. Sirius leaned into the touch.

“I promise,” he said.”
― Rollercoasterwords, All the Young Dudes: Sirius's Perspective